#osoreruna

[starshinc]

@osoreruna liked for a winter themed starter! - accepting!

“All Might…!’ He’s waving eagerly, gloved hands almost moving at a blur. Cheeks red from the cold, the majority of unruly curls crammed under a hat, matching all might themed scarf snug around his neck. Beside him is the beginning of a snowman, the ball for the body ending up almost as tall as he was - he’s been hard at work for a while, it seems.

[herosugarsmoved]

•• " While cats are adorable and definitely family, he should consider his own needs, I keep telling him this! Oh, I know! Help me bring him to Ikea, maybe he'll complain less if you are there!"

@osoreruna

[eraseur]

@osoreruna sent: "AIZAWA! What a coincidence to find you here!" Coincidence as in totally on purpose — the odds of the two teachers running into each other throughout the halls of the academy were high enough, but made CERTAIN when one such as All Might was actively searching for him as he was. The pose he stood in was reminiscent of something from his golden years, a flex that not only showed off his perfect physique, but also partially blocked off Shota's access to the rest of the hallway — one sure to keep the other from IGNORING HIM. Not to mention the obnoxiously yellow pinstripe suit… "And CONVIENIENT! 'cause we need to talk — got a minute?"

Whatever searching pursuits the other hero had been deep into were entirely lost on Aizawa; there was no active avoidance of the other man, he just was going about his day as normal. Maybe he is a stealth hero like people say, hah.

Aizawa's tired shuffling hits a very big, very yellow, very loud roadblock, so he stops and stares up at the fellow teacher. One would expect Aizawa to be grimacing at this display, but no, he looks entirely unphased. This is what he has come to expect of All Might. If anything it would be weirder if it were delivered any other way.

Giving a tired sigh, he replies, "that's fine. Can we at least talk while walking this direction? I have places to be." Aizawa squints. "Or do we need to head to my office?"

[voice-quirked]

❛ we can just sit here, you don’t have to talk. ❜

All Might's words were definitely not the response he'd expected. Sure, Mic had been pushing himself to stay peppy, but no one really seemed to see through the fractures in his mask generally. It froze the younger blond for a moment as he tried to figure out how exactly he was supposed to react. Should he laugh? Try to patch his mask up so the persona he was supposed to wear on UA grounds? Or did he take the other man at his word and let it drop even further?

His grin faltered slightly, the corners twitching in his hesitation as he processed things. If there was any Hero at the school that would understand needing rest at times, rest that Mic had struggled to manage the last several days, it had to be All Might, right? Drawing in a deep breath, he let his eyes close and nodded. Silently.

[riotmade]

@osoreruna asked for a starter from here.

no one could say eijirou wasn't trying. but, as it turned out, the red - headed hero student was simply falling behind, and it was more than likely just a little worrying. kiri could feel this plateau, this stagnancy in his progress to the top. it wasn't as if he was bad, or even worse at the exercises that class 1 - a was assigned to. he was simply. . . average. while his classmates were supportive, telling him not to worry ( that everyone hits walls sometimes, some halts and stutters in progress ), there was a growing ache in eijirou's core that wouldn't dissipate. he takes a break from one of the class's training sessions, sitting against the wall in the large arena to get a drink of water and just to sit down for a moment. color him surprised when he notices all might making his way over. and maybe even a little embarrassed. " -- all might ! " he chirps unevenly, standing up to his feet. he'd just sat down a few seconds ago. " i was just taking a break. "

[dynmghts]

TRANSMISSION FROM @osoreruna : "why didn't you say something before? why didn't you tell me? tell SOMEONE?" EMOTIONAL STARTERS , ACCEPTING .

feeling interrogated is one thing. katsuki has been on the receiving end of that before, where people try to delve in to find the heart of the reason, determined to mine out the truth even if they have to take a sledgehammer to it / that, he could handle. he didn't spend a lot of time caring about extras trying to get something out of him, because he didn't care about them.

but nothing prepares him for the feeling of interrogation from his idol, his mentor, one of the few people he holds in high regards ; nothing prepares him for all might asking that question of why.

the young bakugou's teeth grit together. his brows furrow, gaze avoiding all might's while his hands clench into tight fists. some of the choice words he has in mind never make it past his throat, while others await on the tip of his tongue, waiting for the moment he cracks ... [ because while the hurricane spirals and lashes against the world, a boy resides in the eye, sheltered and protected and isolated all the same. ] ... and can't contain his thoughts anymore.

why didn't you say something before, the question echoes, and katsuki finally snaps back ; ❛ why the fuck would i ?! ❜ his shoulders ache with their rigidity, palms hurting at his nails embedding into calloused skin. his hands shake. with his fringe in the way, it's hard to see anything beyond the curled up and vicious snarl he wears - but he makes himself smaller, almost, hunching over with his arms closing around him. [ stains of hot salt water sting his cheeks, but he refuses to lift his gaze and face his idol. ]

katsuki's fingers curl with tension, no longer digging into palms ... but they are rigid instead, tendons and muscles struggling to maintain their position as the ache snakes its way up his arms. ❛ i don't treat my issues like they're some story people are entitled to hear ! all they'll do at the end of it is pity me, anyway, and i don't need that. hell, i don't fucking want that ! ❜

a sharp breath follows, and katsuki reaches to grab at his other arm. his heart hammers against his ribcage. its furious and erratic beat gnashes at bone with an intense protest, his lungs filling up with a billowing and thick smoke that smothers oxygen, even as he tries to control his breathing. the inner tempest roars and presses violently against his larynx. he wanted so, so badly to not lose himself in front of all might like this / he was fighting it with every fibre of his being.

[ but as he steadies his breath enough to talk, he knows : it was a fight he couldn't win. not this time. ]

❛ this is my shit to deal with, and i - i have it handled. ❜ his aching hand reaches to wipe away at the string of salt water down his face, grimacing at its texture. ❛ don't treat me like i haven't. ❜

[truexman]

It's a little early in the day to be handing out birthday presents, but seeing as All Might had an event scheduled for early morning, he didn't want to risk missing it!

Inside a ribboned box is going to be a HAT — one Toshinori came across while on a call the other day, one that not only made him think of the detective, but one he KNEW the other would like! What made the hero so confident in that declaration? He wasn't quite sure at the time of purchase, but he sure was now...mainly because, as it's examined by Tsukauchi, it's quite apparent that it's VERY SIMILAR, if not, the exact same one he was currently wearing.

Perhaps he won't notice —

Naomasa purses his lips together into a thin line the moment he opens the little box and sees the hat sitting inside, fighting back a little laugh. There is in fact an identical hat sitting on his head as he looks at a second one. It came with the matching coat. An ensemble he wore nearly every single day.

Still. It was the thought that counted and Toshinori did get him something he knew he would wear.

"This is great All Might." The small laugh finally bubbled out of him as he took the hat he was wearing off of his head and replaced it with the new one he'd just been given. "My old one was getting a little run down so thank-you. How's it look?"

[rratedhero]

@osoreruna liked for a starter.

"Oh... Hey Allmight."

the woman couldn't help but yawn a little bit. Sitting back in her chair, she looked at the other for a moment, a tired smile on her face. she was having a bad day and thought about hiding in the room for a while to cool off before she went back to classes.

" you caught me at a bad time. But I'll ignore it for now. You needed something? Normally I'm the one looking for you. " there was a small giggle that left her lips, but even so --- she didn't want to bother him, and if it was important enough for him to be looking for her, she might as well deal with her own issues later.

[tsukuharuko]

@osoreruna liked this post for a starter

Wait. Could that be...

... All Might? At the cafe? The cafe where she worked?! RIGHT AT THE COUNTER, IN FRONT OF HER??

"I... Uh." She froze, coffee jug in her hand. "W-What-- Can I... Can I help you...?"

[kimuromou]

❛ you know you aren’t allowed in here, right? ❜

Uh-oh ! Abort, abort !

Having lost a bet to his classmates, Mirio was meant to sneak into the teacher's lounge and steal the strawberry cheesecake they all saw Present Mic walk into with.

The plan had been to go in when the lounge was still empty, so not quite at lunch time but before so the treat was still intact, fresh and puffy and deliciously sitting in the fridge.

But naturally, one can never be too careful. Not in a school full of pros and soon-to-be pros ! Phasing his face through the wall to make sure the lounge was empty had been a calculated risk, one that was perhaps not well calculated.

One look to the right showed the place clear, but as Mirio turned his head to the left he was met by none other than All Might himself.

The student stopped, quickly going through all of the possible excuses he could potentially come up with that the teacher would buy.

« Ah — ! All Might ! I... Uh... I was hoping to find you, actually ! Haha. Haa... Hi. »

𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 — accepting

[starshinc]

"Oh, hey, kid!" Toshinori is a mess. There's FLOWER everywhere but where it's supposed to be, dishes strewn across the entire kitchen, and he's pretty sure his apron used to be blue...

"You're early — wasn't expecting you back until later..." he muses, looking over the little progress he's made since his student left for his physical therapy. He overheard Midoriya mention a particular dish earlier, a favorite of his! One he hadn't had in a while — that he'd have a pretty rough time making himself, given his injuries. Toshinori thought he'd give it a shot and surprise the kid — it's too bad he's not much of a baker though...

"Ah — how about giving this old man a few POINTERS?"

Izuku wasn't entirely sure what he'd walked into. It was almost like a flour bomb had gone off inside the kitchen - and honestly, that was putting it lightly. Flour covered absolutely everything - oh, man, it was even in All Might's hair! "Hi, All Might...! Um, yeah, physical therapy didn't last as long today..." He gives in a bit of an explanation.

Green orbs dart around the various surfaces, trying to put together the ingredients (well, the ones he could see under the flour, anyway...) to establish what the hero was trying to make. Wait - whisked egg, flour...and was that pork hiding underneath...? His eyes light up, realising.

"All Might, are you trying to make Katsudon?" Izuku is touched; that's not even covering how overjoyed he was. He'd mentioned the dish in passing earlier, but since it was way too difficult on the dexterity side of things...but he'd not expected his Mentor to even remember the dish, let alone try and make it!

"Thank you so much...!" That's the most important part out of the way first, grinning and heading to wash his hands. He could at least clean up some of the flour...

"Well, if we set the rice cooking in the rice cooker first, it should be done for when we finish cooking the pork!" He starts. "And...Mum always did flour on the meat first, then the egg, then breadcrumbs...I think she uses different plates for an easier time?"

[herosugarsmoved]

•• " Hey All Might! YOU ARE HERE! In Esuha! Get it?" Mirio knew he saw correctly from the window, an all to familiar face! He had gotten so excited to see him he had phased through the wall of the police station after dragging two villains in there. Those two would be in good care of the law, he was still on patrol!

"It has been some time hasn't it! What brings you here?" He's practically bouncing on the soles of his feet, brimming with energy, as usual. "I'm on duty right now, if you want I can find you later to actually talk- my apartment is nearby!"

@osoreruna

[eraseur]

"Whether or not I am a softie is irrelevant to whether or not it is appropriate to impose your lifestyle onto someone who does not want to receive it."

"Believe it or not, I am perfectly happy."

Aizawa has a point, but he also deserves a mattress. Dilemmas...

[voice-quirked]

❛ rough day today? ❜

Generally Mic was good at keeping his mask in place, at making sure he always came across upbeat, but having their students in danger yet again seemed to be his breaking point. He had simply shut down, his cheerful mask shattered and leaving his face blank as he pushed away the emotions to be dealt with later. Still, when he realized he was no longer alone in the teachers' lounge he tried to force a smile to his face. Though he was pretty sure it wasn't going to trick anyone.

"A bit, yeah." He aimed for his regular lilt, but was sure he failed that too.

[adhesive-king]

“ and where do you think you’re going? ”

Caretaker Prompts || @osoreruna

Fuck.

"Fuck- I mean- um...nowhere?" He had been hoping that since Hound Dog had to step out for a few minutes to attend to an important call, he could just easily slip out of the window and take an early leave from his remedial courses. They were just filling out worksheets of the same stuff he didn't already get, so there wasn't much worth sitting there for another hour doing stupid arithmetics.

He hadn't prepared for the possibility that on his way down he'd pass by an open window with one of his teachers in it. Not just any teacher either, it just had to be All Might. He could have handled Present Mic or Cementoss, hell, maybe even Aizawa if he caught him when he was particularly sleep-deprived.

"I was just," Hanta glances around him, taking one hand off his tape and gesturing with a rolling wrist at nothing in particular. "like appreciating nature and like the great outdoors, and just normal stuff, ya know?" Subtly trying to lower his tape a little more.

[dynmghts]

he's still cringing from the memory .